08-22-2021, 07:39 PM
After getting his fill of the misery and madness that hung thick in the Pangean air, he decided it was time to explore the world. Nazghul is still a small shadow when he slips through the tall meadow grasses and across the impressive river. Being such a dark smudge on the world in such a clear autumn day feels all wrong, he quickly realizes. So he crawls into the shade of ancient oaks and maples, slinks through the underbrush without hardly a sound.
This place is also tinged with flavors of regret and loss. He makes a note to visit again later if he finds himself needing a morsel to keep his belly content. But then a voice calls out to him and his ears stand at attention. Come out, she commands him, and she shines in a way that terrifies. A breeze sweeps between the trees and it takes with it the veil of shadow encasing him. His golden face peers out from over a fallen tree with wide, shimmering eyes and a slowly turning halo of darkness.
“Me?” he asks in a whisper. Nazghul steps carefully over the tree and allows her glow to reflect off his brilliant skin. Together, they are a lavish treasure trove, but he hardly notices. He swallows the nervous lump in his throat.
“I’m Nazghul.”
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